... i am quite aimless

no direction. we walk. it doesn't matter why, where or how quickly. i'm just more afraid of standing still. so afraid of never growing. never changing. whether it be for the better or for the worst.

inconsistent

your innocence in inconsistent. sometimes you play the perfect angel and sometimes you play the flawed demon. which side of the coin is an act and which is really you?

current

enter the flow of the present; the current current; the stream that is now; the drip that is dropping.

... unfold

we shall see, then... how all of this nonsense is going to be. we will try... really hard... to ignore that tingle in the back of our throats and just push through this as "normal." whatever that means. we will build... and we will burn... and we will do it all because we are impatient and don't appreciate the suspense.

... this is an emergency.

important. immediate. don't look away and don't cop out. stop running from it. stop hiding from it. you can't use me as an escape anymore so you just write me off.

block me. don't answer my texts. or my calls. but it won't change the fact that i'm still there. i'll always be there.

surface

press your face against the surf and preface surface by melting free past its solidity